Ah, the sound of sunlight,
Breaking through the blinds.
Oh, it was a delightful day,
Reflected in the skies!
Fluids graced my neighbors lawn,
Red and green and gray,
As my neighbor gladly killed his wife,
And said, "Oh, what a day!"
Grasshoppers sang throughout the dawn,
As children stopped to play;
They tossed about the dear wife's head
In this merry month of May!
How cheerful was the bile,
Reflected in the sun,
Such a day it was that all
Could have a little fun!
Intestines served as streamers
And eyeballs stayed on wheels;
Upon this cheerful spring day's dawn,
I bludgeoned baby seals.
Ah, what a cheerful day it was,
But now, alas, it's gone.
But worry not; it's always good,
In our happy songs.
Author's Note:
This was a hit-gift for J.D. Turbeville. I was trying to do a parody of all those "happy-joy" things, where everything's perfect . . . I think it fell a bit flat, but ah, well . . .